Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Does Angus seem OK to you?

Things between me and Molly, they've gone a bit rancid.

HE LAUGHS Oh, Joe.

And Joe, he's like this great guy, and cool job...

What next? Take her up in a hot-air balloon, get your anuses bleached?

'God, I'm a good friend. I've really stuck my neck out for Mark there.'

It's just not me.

Wank into a flannel

Sure. Sure it might.

OK, well, I propose a wager, good sir. Loser buys the ploughman's?

Just FYI sort of thing, there is a very slim possibility that...

'Walnut Whip. Little cry. Wank into a flannel.'

Cos I always think self-esteem is a lot like actual steam.

Apparently, you get an incredibly clear silhouette of the whole downstairs area.

Ooh, are we going to win the match? What if we lose the match?

'Back into the cesspool.'

Oh, and no-one ever goes over a red line, do they, Jeremy(?)

'God, my teeth are dry!'

iPad. Yeah, cos...it's just an iPad.

So I am? I'm a shit?

Can we just finish the game and do this afterwards, please?

And you don't deserve Joe, cos I've been with him, and he fucks like a dinosaur.

How fascinating.

I was wondering... 'Is this a walloping?'

Look, it's just a caper gone bad. He wanted your swipe card,

DESCENDING BEEPS

April, that's...that's awful.

'Eye of the tiger. Fuck you, everyone. Fuck you, Dad.'

Oh, don't be so fucking parochial, Mark.

HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

But that was actually probably my favourite line of the two.

Three golden eggs! And I'm up the beanstalk.

Yeah, well, I have a place there.

Like a piece of shit.

'until the day I die.

'Oh, God, here he goes.

How are you feeling today?

Can I ask you something? Sure.